(So, the alarm goes off at 6 AM.)
Ummm, what is THAT?!?
Oh, Alicia Ann wanted to get up at 6, so she could fix her hair for an hour and a half. (I'm so glad I'm a boy...)
While she was waiting to get into the bathroom, she lay down on the bed. So, I told her Bess' Story, which starts...
"Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Esmeralda. She lived in a white house, with a white picket fence, and a gate she could open by herself, and in the corner of the fence, there was some dirt she used to play in. She had a dog named Scarfy, and a cat named Marfy, and across the street, lived her best friend PAMMY. "
And then, as I had done for Bess Patterson Blackstone so many, many times, I told Alicia Ann of Esmeralda's adventures on the first day of school.
(Except this was the first time I had told Alicia Ann an Esmeralda story; for Bess, every school year from K through 12 began with an Esmeralda story, plus some others sprinkled throughout the years.)
And I told her that Esmeralda didn't want eggs this morning, just biscuits and bacon. (Which meant I had to prepare bacon and orange rolls, just in case...)
And the story ended with
"And Esmeralda went off to her first day at high school, and had a WONDERFUL first day. Just. Like. YOU!"
To which Alicia Ann retorted:
"Well, of COURSE she had a wonderful day! Why wouldn't a story have a wonderful day? Who would ever tell a story where you had a crummy day, when you don't know what your hair is going to look like?"
Not a reaction I ever got from Bess, but then, all my chirren are different. So am I, though, so that's okay.
And then, I escorted my gift-from-God, happily-ever-after trophy wife Vanessa, the elegant, foxy, praying black grandmother of Woodstock, GA, out to her car, prayed with her, and watched her boogie on down the road, leaving me to run the popsicle stand by myself.....sigh.
Four more years. It's not a campaign slogan. It's a short-timer's calendar...
Meet the High School students:
Semi-Smile, and Smirk
Peace be on your household.